Norobo

Daniel thought he had it all figured out—the cold, the heat, the monsters. In his last life, he survived until the bitter end of a world gone mad, only to die betrayed by the people closest to him. His girlfriend. His cousin. A final knife to the heart... and a promise. If he got another chance, he’d never waste it on anyone again.

Now, Daniel wakes up one month before the apocalypse begins. The world will soon plunge into three brutal periods:

The Great Cold: A frozen wasteland that devours the unprepared.The Great Heat: Temperatures high enough to boil water under a blood-red moon.The Great Evolution: Civilization crumbles as mutated monsters rise, and superpowers awaken in the hands of a dangerous few.

Armed with his inventory power—a limitless storage space—and knowledge of the future, Daniel is ready to hoard supplies, lock himself behind reinforced walls, and trust no one. Survival is the only goal. That’s the plan, at least, until the universe laughs in his face and gives him a system that can awaken superpowers.

Just not for him. Only for others. Strong, dangerous, and often unhinged people will flock to him, drawn by something they don’t understand. And the catch? Those powers only unlock if Daniel sleeps with them.

There's just one problem. 

Daniel's pretty sick of relationships and all that. He'd much rather chill in his big ass mansion as the world turns to shit three times over.

Apocalypse Regression: Starting Off By Hoarding Everything!

The mansion had never felt colder.

It wasn't the frost creeping in through cracks in the walls or the endless blizzard outside. It was the silence—the heavy, oppressive weight of despair that hung over everything. Claire was nowhere to be found, and I knew why. She was hiding again, retreating into herself.

I sat in the dim light of the surveillance room, staring blankly at the monitors. Tessa had been gone for hours, likely indulging in another one of her "missions." The blood on her boots from last time still hadn't been scrubbed off the floor.

The screens flickered with the familiar sights of the mansion's perimeter—empty snowfields, jagged ice, and a single figure slumped in the shadows of the training room. Claire.

I found her there almost every night. She didn't train anymore; she just sat, her broad shoulders hunched, her once-proud posture reduced to something small and fragile.

When Will This Torture End?